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Sherlock/Natasha Crossover Shipping Masterpost

It’s no secret that crossover shipping hurts, so here’s a masterpost of fics and drabbles to ease some of the pain, for the five of us who still check the ‘natlock’ tag. There are more, some of them more about friendship than shipping with some implied Sherlolly on the side, and you can find them on my account even though I’ve left them out of this post.

The fan art is mine, and there’s more of it in my tumblr if you search the tag ‘my stuff’ or ‘natlock’. 

Please don’t repost and thanks for reading!

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List of Fics:

Written by me (fanfiction and ao3):

Show and Tell fanfiction and ao3

Collide fanfiction and ao3

Anatomy of a Human Heart fanfiction and ao3

Danger in Tangier fanfiction and ao3

Monsters and Machines fanfiction and ao3

Ink and Blood fanfiction and ao3

A Rose by Any Other Name fanfiction and ao3

Observations Upon the Segregation of the Queen fanfiction and ao3

Swan Princess fanfiction and ao3

Truth and Lies fanfiction and ao3

A Mystery in Smoke fanfiction and ao3

Sherlock Holmes and the Women fanfiction and ao3

Pillow Fight fanfiction and ao3

Mine, Yours fanfiction and ao3

Wedding Dance fanfiction and ao3

Ghosts in Red (Collection of Drabbles) fanfiction and ao3

Written by Gracie (bakerstreetviolin and GracieHolmes on fanfiction and ao3)

Beat of Your Heart fanfiction and ao3

The Wolf’s Prey fanfiction and ao3

The Wolf’s Cry fanfiction and ao3

Sherlock Holmes and the Black Widow fanfiction and ao3

The Watcher fanfiction and ao3

Written by both of us:

When You Run With Wolves (The Novel) fanfiction and ao3

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You will hear thunder and remember me and think: she wanted storms.

...but there’s an East Wind coming.

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Bee Mine: The Wedding

Sherlock just stared back at her. He wasn't smiling exactly, not the broad flash of a smile that didn't mean anything, but rather something soft and tender. Like he could stare at her all day an be just fine. "Yes we are." He pulled away from her, taking her hands and holding them in between them. No notecards. "As...sentimentally pointless as this whole business might be considered...I do not think it is in this case. You're fiercely beautiful and unbelievably strong. You're my compliment and equal. You keep me in check and encourage my eccentricities. You're soft and rough edges, you're danger and tender. You are exceptional, and you're my exception. And I love you for all these things and more." He paused to take a deep breath, blue eyes always on her. "I'm going to take you Natalia Alianovna Romanova to be my wife, not lawfully but symbolically. And in my opinion, that's much better. Do you accept?”

Natasha swallowed against the growing lump in her throat and blinked against the sting of tears. She didn't care that everyone was watching. "I accept," she answered finally. "I am and always will be yours. Whatever adventures are in store for us in the future... you are brilliant and passionate and fiercely loyal and I love every beautiful piece of you." Her vision blurred and still she held his gaze. "I love you for who you are and I love you for who I want to be when I am with you. And I'm going to take you, William Sherlock Scott Holmes, as my husband in all the way that matter and to hell with the rest. You're mine and I'm yours.”

Sherlock was obnoxious and rude, he was overbearing and intense, he was unsociable and condescending. But all those things didn't seem to matter. For this exceptional woman, a heroine in her own right, an overcomer, someone who'd been misunderstood, used and abused and came out even stronger for it... this woman loved him. Not for unknown reasons, for she told him many times. But still some days he didn't quite understand. He hoped he never truly did. "I'll be taken by you, I am yours and you're mine," he agreed. Not the tradition 'I do's, but since when did they ever do things the conventional way.

And without further ado, he let go of her hands. One hand cupped her head, the other wrapped around her waist to pull her close to himself. And then he kissed her fervently, passionately, and to seal the promise he'd made months ago.

Natasha Romanov had been many things and many people in her life. She was a spy and an assassin. She’d taken up covers and personalities a hundred times over. What she never anticipated she’d be was loved.

Sherlock Holmes was a remarkable man. He was a force that toppled giants and moved oceans. He was an East Wind and every bit as powerful and he loved her.

Black Widow with your deadliest sting. Who could survive you?

Sherlock Holmes could and had many times over. Her love for him never made her feel weak or fearful, it made her feel strong and confident. She loved him fiercely and wholeheartedly and because of it she was better.

They were better. Two thieves stealing a moment in time to run together like wolves in the wilderness.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and melted in his embrace. Poured every shred of emotion in her body into that kiss. She buried her fingers in his hair when the need for breath overpowered her desire and exhaled in Russian against his lips. “Mine.”

@bakerstreetviolin

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Another Natlock/Shertasha/Widowlock fan fic written by yours truly. This one is decidedly shippy, but I still hope you like it.

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I need more Sherlock/Natasha in my poor life

this crack!ship is driving me mad... BUT IT'S A GOOD MADNESS! Also if you find another fic for me I'll be delighted!